Don't call me a singing god, I just want to go back to doing scientific research.

Some students' eyes were already wet, not with sadness, but with a kind of physical tremor after being deeply pierced through their souls by the extreme grandeur and magnificence.

"Holy shit..."

A boy next to Gu Yang subconsciously swore, then quickly covered his mouth, his wide eyes filled with bloodshot eyes and shock.

At the climax of the music, those two mournful bronze chimes once again resonated throughout the entire venue.

This time, it was no longer a solitary declaration, but a command to rule the world! Leading the entire orchestra, it played a magnificent and overwhelming performance!

As the last note, trailing off with a long, drawn-out melody, dissipated into the air.

The entire auditorium was deathly silent.

The silence lasted for a full three seconds.

The next moment, a thunderclap appeared out of nowhere!

"Whoosh—!!!"

The audience erupted in applause.

Everyone jumped up from their seats like madmen, clapping, cheering, and screaming with all their might! The sound almost lifted the roof off the auditorium!

"Where's that guy who said this was a public execution? Come out here! Doesn't your face hurt?"

"Pop songs? This is what they call only writing pop songs? If my ears could get pregnant, I'd probably be pregnant three times by now!"

"Stop arguing! Look, from beginning to end, it's all our own Chinese musical instruments! Tongqin, Pipa, Erhu, Guzheng... Who says our folk music is just a side dish? This is what's in our bones!"

An elderly professor with gray hair, his face flushed with excitement, clapped his hands and shouted to the students around him.

  

Gu Yang also stood up and clapped frantically, his palms turning red. He was so excited he wanted to shout, but his chest felt like it was blocked by a lump of molten lava, and he couldn't utter a single word; only his eyes were burning.

He turned his head sharply and looked at Ling Luo, who remained sitting calmly beside him.

Ling Luo's lips were slowly, little by little, curving into a very shallow, yet genuine, smile.

It seems that CCTV's programs have to be launched.

He did do something useful, I suppose.

"Lingluo, let's sneak in from behind," Gu Yang whispered in his ear.

"Um."

The two quickly bent over and, taking advantage of everyone's attention being on the stage, slipped out silently through the side aisle like two cats.

At the backstage exit, Teacher Jiang was already rubbing her hands together, looking anxious.

"Oh my little darlings, you've finally come out!" Seeing them, Teacher Jiang finally relaxed. "Quick, my grandson is waiting outside in the car. Take the faculty entrance, hurry, hurry!"

The school was worried that the two might get into trouble if they got stuck on campus, so they arranged a special passage.

Several vocal students who were closest to them saw their actions, but they all turned their heads away in unison, pretending not to see them.

Just kidding, going to ambush someone now would only make an enemy; it'd be hard to get a song from them later. Heaven knows they only just realized that the person with the words "Ling Luo" on the back of the chair was none other than the elusive "Luo Mu" himself!

I'm so regretful! If I'd known it would only take a few minutes, I could have gotten an autograph and a photo!

After getting into Teacher Jiang's grandson's car and driving out of the school gate, the two finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Brother Jiang. Just drop us off at the next intersection, someone will come to pick us up."

"Okay, Teacher Ling." The young man driving glanced at the two who had recently become very popular in the rearview mirror and clicked his tongue in amazement.

It was almost eleven o'clock when they got home, but Gu Yang was still excited and wandered around the living room like a headless fly.

"Ling Luo! Yunnan Province! We can play for a week! Your flight is at 1 PM tomorrow, so you'd better get moving and pack your things!"

"Okay," Ling Luo said, sinking into the sofa with a few beads of sweat on her forehead. "It's only a forty-minute drive from the airport, so I can pack by tomorrow morning."

"In time my foot! What if you leave behind your pile of junk tomorrow? Get up!" Gu-Lao Na Zi-Yang ignored her and grabbed Ling Luo from the sofa.

"Okay, okay, be gentle."

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Gu Yang pushed Ling Luo into the room, then turned around and hummed an off-key tune as he began packing his luggage.

Ling Luo returned to his room, closed the door, leaned against it, and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. He raised his right hand, placing his left hand slightly on top, but it still trembled slightly, unable to suppress the tremor.

If you do the math, he hasn't taken painkillers for about a week.

It's still bearable.

He closed his eyes briefly, then finally braced himself, dragged out the suitcase he had just bought, and resignedly began packing.

I had just zipped up my suitcase when my phone suddenly rang.

The words "Teacher Zhou" appeared on the screen, and Ling Luo's brows furrowed instantly.

At this point in time...

He pressed the answer button, his voice regaining its usual calmness: "Teacher Zhou."

On the other end of the phone, Professor Zhou's voice was urgent and rapid, with the sound of keyboards clattering in the background: "Ling Luo, I need your help urgently. Bring a change of clothes and come over immediately. I'm at Tsinghua University, waiting for you in Professor Zhao's office."

Ling Luo was taken aback. Professor Zhao, a professor in the Department of Mathematics at Tsinghua University.

Teacher Zhou's visit to Professor Zhao was probably about a calculation-related issue.

After thinking it over, he replied without any hesitation, "Okay, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, he grabbed his newly packed suitcase and rushed downstairs.

Gu Yang had just crumpled his short-sleeved shirt into a ball and was stuffing it into his suitcase when he saw Ling Luo rushing down with her suitcase. He couldn't help but ask, "Hey? Are you going out?"

Ling Luo didn't stop walking, but just pursed her lips: "I'm afraid I'll have to break my promise."

He paused, as if organizing his thoughts: "The tickets from Yunnan Province... could you see if I could get one refunded? I have an urgent matter to attend to, and I'm afraid..."

"Oh, it's nothing. Is it urgent? Then hurry up and go, don't delay the important business," Gu Yang said immediately.

"Gu Yang, I'm sorry."

"Oh, that's rare to hear you say those two words," Gu Yang waved his hand, trying to appear indifferent. "Alright, alright, Yunnan Province isn't going anywhere. You go ahead and do your thing. I'll go see Brother Feng these next few days to see how his song practice is going."

Ling Luo glanced at him, her apology deepening. She opened her mouth but said nothing, only nodded, put on her coat, and went out.

"Brother Li, drive carefully tonight, don't go too fast," Gu Yang said to Li Shaojun worriedly. After receiving Li Shaojun's reply, he stopped talking.

Gu Yang stood there, listening to the sound of the door closing, and let out a long sigh.

He looked at his half-packed luggage and scratched his head.

"Never mind, I'll do it tomorrow."

He muttered something, turned around, went upstairs, went to his room, and went to sleep.

He lay in bed, tossing and turning, his mind a jumbled mess.

I wonder what Ling Luo was called away for, she was in such a hurry.

Never mind, it's better to be busy.

When you're busy, you don't have time to think about those messy things.